Psalm 102

1 O Lord, hear my prayer:
    and let my cry come to you.
2 Do not hide your face from me in the day of my trouble:
    turn your ear to me; and when I call, be swift to answer.
3 For my days pass away like smoke:
    and my bones burn as in a furnace.
4 My heart is scorched and withered like grass:
    and I forget to eat my bread.
5 I am weary with the sound of my groaning:
    my bones stick fast to my skin.
6 I have become like an owl in the wilderness:
    like a screech-owl among the ruins.
7 I keep watch and flit to and fro:
    like a sparrow upon a housetop.
8 My enemies taunt me all day long:
    and those who rave at me make oaths against me.
9 Surely I have eaten ashes for bread:
    and mingled my drink with tears,
10 Because of your wrath and indignation:
    for you have taken me up and tossed me aside.
11 My days decline like a shadow:
    and I wither away like grass.
12 But you, Lord, are enthroned for ever:
    and your name shall be known throughout all generations.
13 You will arise and have mercy upon Zion:
    for it is time to pity her, the appointed time has come.
14 Your servants love even her stones:
    and her dust moves them to pity.
15 Then shall the nations fear your name, O Lord:
    and all the kings of the earth your glory,
16 When the Lord has built up Zion:
    when he shows himself in his glory,
17 When he turns to the prayer of the destitute:
    and does not despise their supplication.
18 Let this be written down for those who come after:
    and a people yet unborn will praise the Lord.
19 For the Lord has looked down from the height of his holiness:
    from heaven he has looked upon the earth,
20 To hear the groaning of the prisoner:
    to deliver those condemned to die;
21 That they may proclaim the name of the Lord in Zion:
    and his praises in Jerusalem,
22 When the nations are gathered together:
    and the kingdoms, to serve the Lord.
23 He has broken my strength before my time:
    he has cut short my days.
24 Do not take me away, O God, in the midst of my life:
    you, whose years extend through all generations.
25 In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth:
    and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26 They shall perish, but you will endure:
    they shall all grow old like a garment; like clothes you will change them, and they shall pass away.
27 But you are the same for ever:
    and your years will never fail.
28 The children of your servants shall rest secure:
    and their seed shall be established in your sight.